Pixie Town

It was my mum's funeral today. I read the poem out that she wrote when she was about 11:

Pixie Town

In Pixie Town there is a fair,
There are crowds and crowds of pixies there,
Suddenly they heard a band, and a pixie put up his hand,
And said, "Look over there, there is a crowd,"
And some said aloud,
"It's alright," shouted the coconut man,
"Someone's been knocked out with a leg of lamb!"

May she rest in peace.